Clarissa Lincoln is a martini glass half full type. Heck, even when she slurps the last bits of icy vodka from the glass, she'll tell you it's plumb full!
Until a disaster of a night on New Year's Eve sends the daydreaming, serial dater spiraling as...
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My phone chimes with a video message and I click play and Rissa fills the screen.
She's holding a very purple and generous bouquet she got herself as she dances around the frame.
I start laughing as she gets all extra, freezing the frame for a moment and zooming in to catch a closer glimpse of her face. Her smile is so genuine, and her eyes are nearly sparkling with excitement.
She's already doing it—finding ways to make herself happy. This is why she's the perfect subject for this. Rissa puts her whole heart into everything she does, and I couldn't ask for more in a muse.
I can't help but click play one more time before I reply, Perfect, with a laughing emoji.
I'm still chuckling lightly.
I guess we can add flower arranger to my good qualities, she replies.
My laughter dies at her response... I didn't mean for her to think that she's got some laundry list of good and bad qualities. I simply wanted her to stop hiding things she doesn't like behind delusions.
She's beautiful, funny, and unafraid to be herself, even if that's silly, and none of those are bad things.
You are perfect, and—I start to type and then erase that. What am I doing!? The point is for her to recognize her flaws and grow. I'm here to guide her, not hype her up.
Yet... I still can't help but want to boost her confidence...
How about three? Flower arranger, dancer, and lover of life....No. I hit erase again.
Cute Rissa, enjoy the flowers. Is what I finally opt on.
My laptop screen fills with Emma's image as I see out meeting is about to start in ten minutes, she holds up her phone indicating she is making a quick call and a I nod. My phone chimes again, and I smile. I wonder if it could be Rissa.
I glance down to see not Rissa replying again but a new text from Cami that simply says,hey.
Hi... I send back with a concerned frown.Is everything okay?
Does something have to be wrong to text you?She replies in an instant,and I can hear her snark through the phone.
Well, no... but you never do.
Nothing is wrong. I have a question.
What?
Did you have a date this weekend? I saw you liked some post you got tagged in.
